Traveling Vegan

This is easily the biggest challenge to my being vegan – traveling. When I’m at home cooking and grocery shopping for my self, zero problems. So easy! Now when I travel, not so simple.

Obviously, options are an issue. I’m not usually into salads when I eat out. I can make salads at home. I make vegan sacrifices when I travel for my own ease and for those around me (and for the over-worked, likely under paid, waitstaff).

But last weekend, truthfully, I had no excuses. I spent the weekend in Portland, Oregon, notoriously vegan friendly. At most places, I had options.

My friend and I ate at Fireside on NW23rd. We sat outside on a beautiful day, and life was perfect. As I scanned the menu I saw written one work: Kale. Kale! Excellent – blog worthy, even. It was included in a skillet hash dish: shoestring potatoes, squash, zucchini, kale, and a fried egg – perfect, but for the egg.

Now, being in Portland, I could have asked for the egg to be left off; I’m sure our awesome waitress wouldn’t have minded the change. But, I wanted that egg. We had been out till late (drinking) and eggs and hash browns used to be my go-to recovery breakfast/lunch. This sounded SO GOOD!


And it was. So here is my vegan slip-up confession. But, I don’t regret it! The egg I’m sure was organic, free range etc (she says to herself). And I did feel about a bazillion times better after eating it…

Someday, maybe, I’ll be able to travel without slipping up. Tis a tough journey, this veganism, at times.


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Daily Prompt: Procrastination

I have been procrastinating going through old t-shirts. Not t-shirts that I have purchased, but rather the kind that are given to you for participating in an event or on a team. I have t-shirts dating back to Middle School still in my possession.

Here is the dilemma. The t-shirts are tailored to me: volleyball and basketball teams and camps, Leadership camps, schools I’ve attended. It’s tricky. They mean something because they symbolize my experiences.

Yet I never wear them. Most, I confess, are in a blue duffle bag in the guest/cat room’s closet.

Regardless, these aren’t something that you can just give to Goodwill. Does anyone care that I went to Upper Chetco School and that the mascot is a roadrunner? Who would purchase a shirt that reads “Bruin Volleyball Camp 2005.” Not many.

ImageAnd shirt content aside, they all still fit. Most of those t-shirts come in generic size medium, so I cannot justify giving them away because they no longer fit; theoretically, I could throw one on any day and wear it still. This is an overriding issue with all of my clothes, actually. If it still fits, why give it away?

Throwing them away, as you can imagine, is completely out of the question.

So I continue to tell myself that I may wear them to workout some day, as I do with some other “experience” t-shirts. But logically, I wear 5 or so of them a week, and they are washed on the weekend, and then worn in the same order the following week. So really, I would never get to wearing all of the shirts.

So why not search Pinterest for a craft to use them in? This could work, as I’m sure a die-hard pinner has experienced the same dilemma and crafted a way around the t-shirt conundrum. But if I cannot even drag myself into the duffle to go through the t-shirts, how will I ever find the motivation to find an appropriate Pinterest solution?

It really is a strange procrastination. I hope one day to blog about the end of this procrastination with a link to my Pinterest board displaying my newly minted t-shirt craft. Until then, the t-shirts of experience will be harbored safely in their duffle.


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

Footprints in the Sand

Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

There is nothing more carefree to me than walking down the beach ❤

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August 17, 2013 · 2:27 pm

Don’t forget about Couscous!

This past weekend I “rediscovered” couscous after a length of time focusing on quinoa. Couscous absorbs flavors so well! With just a touch of curry powder and pinch of salt it was well seasoned and ready to be stuffed into my red bell peppers with some roasted broccoli and Quorn chik’n. After roasting and devouring the dish I remembered how great (and easy!) couscous is in meals, and now wraps and bell peppers beware – couscous is here to stay for awhile!

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Transported: Dead Men Tell No Tales…But Scent Certainly Does

Ironically, it looks like my first post will deal with neither cats nor kale. I didn’t know about the “daily prompt” when I signed up, and I’m excited to be prompted daily to write (and write some more!).

Scent does transport – straight to nostalgia in many cases. Of course the smell of pumpkin pie reminds me of Thanksgivings in my grandma’s kitchen, and the smell of cut grass reminds me of summer vacations and “carefree times,” but one scent that truly lingers, and certainly transports, is the aroma of Pirates of the Caribbean.

No, not actual pirates, not movie theater popcorn at the midnight premiere(s) for the blockbusters, and not the glossy magazine cutout that I used to have of Johnny Depp all Jack Sparrowed up. The smell that transports me is the musty, underground, humid, low-grade explosives aroma from the Disneyland ride itself; this smell is truly recognizable and I have found it in the strangest places!

My freshman year of college I ate all of my meals at our University Center, and consequently spent much of my time in the building. One staircase on the right-hand side of the kitchen went from the common area down into the mail room. My first time walking down this staircase I was so struck by the POTC scent that I listened to the theme song for days following. Thinking it through, the placement makes sense: near a kitchen (POTC has the Blue Bayou Restaurant in the same building), heading downstairs/underground, an older building to provide the faint “must.” What always troubled me was the humidity factor and the explosive powder component – hopefully my mind only needed three components to translate.

I notice that my POTC aroma instantly makes me want to go to Disneyland. As a kid, this was where my family vacationed, so nostalgia is a huge factor. That ride is great, and our vacations were easily the best times (family-wise) in my childhood. And now, after writing this post, I only want to eat a Monte Cristo at the Bayou and watch the dog dangle the keys just out of the pirates’ reach…

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